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That is how I feel about my children. Raising two when the oldest is not yet two years old is not an easy job but it is a wonderful one. I feel so blessed, I can’t even begin to describe it. I have been given the privilege of watching my children grow, of being able to be there for them and that for me, is even more precious that a box full of sapphire rings - and I’m that kinda chick.

Last night I stayed up late working (I was ghostwriting a fiction novel for a client). I was utterly exhausted when I went to bed but I had not even been sleeping up to 2 hours when my little boy woke up and wanted to eat. I introduced formula but I breastfeed 96%. So I fed him, then he didn’t want to go back to sleep. He wanted to play and nuzzle and suck some more. So we just cuddled while I tried to catch some shut-eye.

I woke up really tired but you know what? I felt special. I had shared a moment with my son and that was too precious for words.

I go to bed each night wondering what I did to deserve such gifts. Why did God single me out to bless this way? I can’t get over it. So I get up early (after the baby goes back to sleep) and spend some time with HIM; just to let him know how much I appreciate him and to express what I know is too precious for words.